By D.J. Glawson
My mother raised me like she had been raised – using a wood cook stove, wood heat, baking bread, making jam, canning the foods you grew yourself in your garden. I remember discovering a flush toilet when we moved into town. I didn’t understand all the stuff at the grocery stores, either. How could someone eat all that stuff? It was quiet, with no television around our house, but I sure learned a lot. At about 12 years old, I came home from school and cut the wood for the heating/cooking stove. At about 13, I remember coming home and discovered that mom and I got to lay the linoleum on her bedroom floor because the landlord had finally fixed the hole in the floor. And I learned all this from a woman who was almost totally blind!